
Martin
I showed up last night to play a complete and total and very nice stranger named Martin. Great guy, although he didn’t bother to eat first and seemed to have somewhere to be, and rushed me a little. I do not like to be rushed. It is okay, though, because I won. The game was fairly uneventful, with the exception of my Triple Word Score word, “jus,” which caused a bit of a twitter (hate it when a perfectly good word is ruined by having the definition so irrevocably changed in the lexicon) at the Scrabble Table.
jus
   /dʒʌs; Lat. yus/ [juhs; Lat. yoos]
–noun, plural ju⋅ra  /ˈdʒʊərə; Lat. ˈyurɑ/ [joor-uh; Lat. yoo-rah]. Law.
1. a right.
2. law as a system or in the abstract.
Yeah! Suck it, naysayers!
Anyway, when I got home, T told me a little story. He had taken the kiddos to dinner. (Why stay home and feed the kids when Anne goes out? You can just go out to eat, and not have to do dishes. Or cook. Or save money.) While at dinner, the following conversation took place:
Rollie: “Where is Mama?”
Todd: “She went out with a friend to play Scrabble.”
Rollie: “Which friend?”
Todd: “Martin.”
Rollie: “Martin Luther King?!”
Which would be pretty cool.